Weakness
June 17, 2007 by lorddeathchin
The high glass crown worn,
Black silk robes adorned in gold,
Head held high,
Presiding over a sea of ghost.
None was worthy of a stare,
None was worthy to lay eyes on the divine,
The Lord of light and purity,
The Queen of Logic and reason.
Laws obeyed least each are flayed,
None can function without direction,
Unbelievers are exiled,
Heretics are purged.
Rules are made to be perfect,
The bounded are not,
A brush with the forbidden,
The glass crown shattered,
Embraced in the cold of touch,
The chained beast unleashed,
Logic and reason lost,
The divine broken.
